in the carrier's cart, all but
her legs, which used to keep on going. Them chaps, p'r'aps, goes to
sleep all but their arms."

A terrible gnawing sensation was troubling Don now, as he looked eagerly
about to see that they were going swiftly along the coast line; for
their captors had roused themselves with the coming of day, and sent the
canoes forward at a rapid rate for about an hour, until they ran their
long narrow vessels in upon the beach and landed, making their prisoners
do the same, close by the mouth of a swift rocky stream, whose bright
waters came tumbling down over a series of cascades.

Here it seemed as if a halt was to be made for resting, and after
satisfying their own thirst, leave was given to the unhappy prisoners to
assuage theirs, and then a certain amount of the food found in the
various huts was served round.

"Better than nothing, Mas' Don," said Jem, attacking his portion with
the same avidity as was displayed by his fellow-prisoners. "'Tarn't
good, but it'll fill up."

"Look, Jem!" whispered Don; "isn't that Tomati?"

Jem ceased eating, and stared in the direction indicated by Don.

"Why, 'tis," he whispered. "Don't take no notice, lad, or they'll stop
us, but let's keep on edging along till we get to him. Will you go
first, or follow me?"

"I'll follow you," whispered Don; and Jem began at once by changing his
position a little as he went on eating. Then a little more, Don
following, till they had placed a group of the miserable,
apathetic-looking women between them and the warriors.

These women looked at them sadly, but made no effort to speak, only sat
watching them as they crept on and on till they were close upon the
recumbent figure which they had taken to be the tattooed Englishman.

"Why, if this is so easy, Mas' Don," said Jem, "why couldn't we get
right among the trees and make for the woods?"

"Hush! Some one may understand English, and then our chance would be
gone. Go on."

Another half-dozen yards placed them close beside the figure they had
sought to reach, and as he lay beside him, Don touched the poor fellow
on the breast.

"Tomati!" he whispered, "is that you?"

The man turned his head feebly round and stared vacantly--so changed
that for a moment they were in doubt.

But the doubt was soon solved, for the poor wounded fellow said with a
smile,--

"Ay, my lad; I was--afraid--you were--done for."

"No, no; not much hurt," said Don. "Are you badly